By Marie Bostwick
Marie Bostwick weaves the unforgettable tale of 4 very diverse ladies whose paths pass, altering their lives endlessly . . . it is a good way from fortress worthy, Texas, to New Bern, Connecticut, but it purely takes an afternoon within the fascinating Yankee city to make Evelyn Dixon become aware of she's came upon her new domestic. The abrupt finish of her marriage was once Evelyn's serious warning call to get busy chasing her dream of establishing a cover store. discovering a storefront is straightforward sufficient; beginning a brand new lifestyles is not. Little does Evelyn think it's going to carry a trio like Abigail Burgess, her niece Liza, and Margot Matthews via her door . . . bothered and offended after her mother's demise, Liza threatens to embarrass her Aunt Abigail in all places city until she joins her for quilting sessions. A sufferer of downsizing on the top of her occupation, Margot hopes an occasion hosted through the duvet store can be a nice likelihood to network-and hold from demise of boredom . . . As they sew their distinct creations, Evelyn, Abigail, Liza, and Margot shape a sisterhood they by no means sought-but person who they will be pleased about while the unforeseen presents a poignant reminder of the one thread that binds us all . . . compliment for the Novels of Marie Bostwick Fields of Gold "A touching story"-Patricia Gaffney "Gripping, heartwarming"-Dorothy Garlock On Wings of the Morning "Will set your middle to hovering" -Debbie Macomber
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I’ve got a restaurant to run. Every table is full. ” “But I . ” I really didn’t know what to say. The food smelled delicious, and I was starving, but the Grill was not an inexpensive place and I was worried about how I’d pay for all this. “Try it,” Charlie said. Clearly, he was not going to budge until I’d tasted the food. “The conﬁt ﬁrst. Make sure you eat it with the chutney. It’s delicious. My mother’s recipe. Well, go on,” he said impatiently. “Charlie . . I . . Well, it’s just that . . a pipe burst at the shop this morning, and it’s going to cost ﬁfteen hundred dollars to ﬁx it, and now I’ll have to delay my opening again.
I took a silent step backward and put my hand on the door, just in case. “Well, she seems really lovely,” Margot said. ” “A friend? ” “No? ” Grace was quiet for a moment, considering. “I don’t think she has any, really. Not the way most people think of friendship. I adore Abigail, of course—everyone does, and she likes us—but I don’t think she thinks of any of us as friends. ” 30 • Marie Bostwick The sound of rushing water told me that it was time to leave, so I slipped out of the room undetected.
It’s not that bad. ” I shook my head silently. The plumber looked relieved. He pulled on his nose, thinking. “I’ve got a friend who’s an electrician. If you want, I can give him a call. He’s usually pretty busy, but if I asked him, I’m sure he’d come right away. He owes me a favor. ” I swallowed hard and grabbed my purse. ” “Sure thing, but . . ,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he watched me head for the stairs. ” “To lunch. I need some buffalo chicken wings and Dr. Pepper. ” i6j Evelyn Dixon he server, a handsome, tall man with gray hair and blue eyes who might have been a few years younger or older than myself, and whose brogue brought forth visions of green hills in the old country, wore a disdainful expression.